Before I go to bed, a few images and random tidbits from Monday’s DVD premier at the Ziegfeld Theatre in Manhattan.

The centerpiece of the red carpet was the World Series trophy, which came with a guy who stood right next to it at all times (unless someone was having a picture taken next to it, in which case he moved a few feet away). Notice the white gloves. Baseball doesn’t mess around with this thing.

That was the first stop for Brian Cashman and Joe Girardi who had a hundred pictures taken next to the trophy. It was like you see on TV and in the movies with photographers shouting, “This way Joe!” “One more over here Mr. Cashman.” Lots of popping and clicking sounds and flashes going off all around.

“Someone asked me what I was wearing and I had no idea what it meant,” Girardi said.

Reminded that the question is “who” are you wearing, not “what” are you wearing, Girardi lit up.

“Oh yeah, that’s what it was,” he said. “See, I don’t even know the question.”

To explain how uncomfortable he is in those situations, Cashman told this story.

“In the parade, I used to ride on that float when I was an assistant maybe, or even a little lower, maybe it was 96,” he said. “I was part of that, ‘Who are you?’ chant.”

From “Who are you?” to “Over here Mr. Cashman.” Such is the life of the Yankees GM.

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Here’s Timothy Busfield. He was in The West Wing and Field of Dreams. Two lines into the resume I’m sold on him as an acting Hall of Famer. My friend Chris told me I should have choked on a hotdog to see if he could have gotten Moonlight Graham to come to life and save me.

I’m including one more picture only because it lets me tell this story.

The International Daytime Emmys were taking place directly across the street — seriously — and their red carpet was much cooler than ours. When I got to the theatre, the Emmy red carpet was setup and the Yankees’ was not. Assuming there was only one red carpet scheduled for this particular block on this particular night, I went to the only red carpet I saw and explained that I needed to pickup my credential. People in perfectly tailored suits and long, flowing dresses pointed me to a table outside of a ballroom on the third floor of an adjoining hotel. It was somewhere along the way that I realized I was in absolutely the wrong place. But at least I got on the right subway this time.